Monday, July 24, 2006

Cat control

Four of us strolled down the street in the heat to Flowers, the restaurant with the fountained terrace perfect for a simmering night's evening meal. The street is narrow. An SUV would not make it through without tearing off its sideview mirrors on both sides against the houses that were built centuries before.

Not many cars use the street, but one tiny one (that’s what most people have) was inching its way up. The reason it was driving so slow, was a Siamese cat was ambling up the middle of the row blocking any progress of the vehicle.

I tried to shoe the cat to the side where a small sidewalk would have let the car pass without creating a kitty crepe. The cat looked at me as if to say, “in your dreams lady, this is my road.”

I finally picked her up and held her. She was obviously pregnant. When the car passed, I put her down on the sidewalk. She returned to the center of the road to continue her journey. We went on to the restaurant.

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